No, no; not you! Of course not. [With a groan.] I told him, like a fool, where the site was—and he's done the rest during the night!
[The door at the back flies open, and Fakrash appears. He is wearing a very tall hat with a wide flat brim, a frock-coat, baggy shepherd's plaid trousers fitting tightly over his ankles, and Oriental shoes.
Fakrash.
Greeting to ye, O company!
[Mr. Wackerbath and Pringle turn in surprise.
Horace.
[Sinking helplessly into his chair; half to himself.] It's with you, partner! [In an undertone to Fakrash.] Take off your hat!
[Fakrash removes his tall hat with both hands, and places it on the top of Mr. Wackerbath's hat. Mr. Wackerbath, annoyed, goes to cabinet and removes his own hat.
Fakrash.
[To Mr. Wackerbath.] If I mistake not, thou art the wealthy merchant for whom this my son hath undertaken to erect a mansion?